Aiden's Point of View
I square off with Brock in the center of the training arena, the late morning sun beating down on us as we circle each other. The air smells like dust, sweat, and pine from the surrounding forest. Brock is one of our biggest and best warriors, solid as a mountain, fast for his size, and always a challenge I welcome.
We trade blows, our sparring session starting like any other. Sometimes I strike first, testing his defense. Other times, I let him come at me, focusing on my footwork, blocking and redirecting his force. It’s clean, controlled... until it isn’t.
Somewhere between the fifth and sixth round, something inside me cracks wide open.
He lunges with another punch, and this time, I don’t just block it, I react. Instinct takes over. I grab his arm mid swing, tw
